There she goes...
After two years of writing, unwriting, rewriting, revising, tinkering, tweaking, Millicent McTeer's manuscript has flown away to Publisher. Editing on The Winged Child, I've been informed, begins this week. While I await Editor's opening salvo, I have a few free days to bake bread, clean floors, do some winter garden chores, maybe even write a poem.
At this point, it is no longer my novel, is at the mercy of strangers, subject to who knows what manner and degree of editorial predations. After editing and publication, Readers will re-write it in their heads. People will describe the book to me and I won't recognize it.
I'm sorry, Millicent. I couldn't help myself.